@ignemeam sent: now that the fire is out and the charred cabinets above the little gas stove have been removed from the motel room, cameron seeks out the occupant who's renting at this motel. she doesn't look any worse for wear, but she's chewing her thumbnail and staring off into space, and he can't help but feel a bit bad. "miss? miss... forbes right?" he extends a hand. "cameron scott. just wanted to let ya know you're all clear to go back inside. we took care'a everything." and he gifts her a smile.
she tries to explain --- several times --- that this is all she has in the world. it’s pathetic, but it’s her reality. a few suitcases ( mostly clothes ), cell phone, a few photos of her, elena, and katherine from their trip to bora bora last summer. everything else was taken. stolen. seized by the guys her dad pissed off. which just reminds her that he’s the one that should be here, not her. and yet he’s still in new york, trying to ‘sort things out’ before he can come bring her back. but bill’s not exactly reliable. she’s not exactly surprised when the four voicemails she leaves him about her room being on freaking fire don’t get a response. if she died, he could at least get the life insurance money. one of the guys --- tall, hot, typical firefighter ( elena would be batting her eyelashes and doing that annoyingly flirtatious laugh in a second ) --- comes to stand in front of her and it takes her a moment to process what he’s saying. ❝ yeah, ❞ her voice is somewhat muted and she reaches out to take his hand, shaking it awkwardly. if she looked any less disheveled than she does, she might have flirted.nay, she definitely would have flirted. the guy’s a definite july on the shirtless, hot guy, firefighter calendar. ❝ how bad? ❞ the entire motel hasn’t set aflame, so that’s good. but she’s still too scared to ask. craning to look over his shoulder, she tries to see the level of damage, but judging from what she can see, it’s a lot less than the ball of flame she made it out to be. ❝ oh am i --- ❞ she feels dumb for a second, looking back at him. he’s probably waiting for something. ❝ is this like a tipping situation? ❞ she’s helpless. pathetic. no doubt she’ll be able to see it reflected in his eyes. solitary, pathetic, new york princess can’t even heat up one lasagna without burning down her hotel room, doesn’t know proper firefighter etiquette. ❝ i’m...new here. ❞